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My free hand lashes to the side of her throat, grabbing her. “I gave you opportunities.”
I saved your life.
“Besides, I’m here.” We’re close, our eyes boring into the other’s soul. “I’m yours.”
“Who are you, anyway?” she snaps.
Despite her resentment, I feel her pulse kick beneath my hand. I slither both our hands up her thigh, groaning as my thumb strokes Leighton’s wet center.
I glide my soaked thumb up to her palm, forcing her to see how wet she is. “The man you love.”
“I don’t know you.” As I rub her core again, she moans, her head falling so her forehead presses to mine. “I don’t know who I am.”
“You’ve been such a good girl for years, Leighton.” I look at her, waiting for her eyes to find mine. “Always doing the right thing. Never getting into trouble. I bet you covered for Rylan more times than I’d like to find out about.”
“I don’t snitch.”
“You see?” Without releasing her hand, I twist ours together. “Always such a good girl.”
My thumb dips lower, teasing her slit, rubbing her clit in slow circles, then back down. Jesus, I want her to be inside her. Anywhere.
“You never gave yourself the opportunity to explore who you really are. Never asked yourself what you want. What will you find when you shed the smart, adorable, funny, and responsible layers she’s been piling up on yourself.”
“You…” The vowel at the end of the word twists and changes to a moan. I apply more pressure on her clit, rubbing her taut clit. “You think I’m all those things?”
“You have no idea, don’t you?” I growl, edging closer to her face. Safe to say our session has gone down the drain. “How much I love you. How much I’m willing to sacrifice for you.”
“Don’t.” Leighton's actions contradict her plea. She scratches the chair’s cushion, spreading her legs. “I’ll hate you for real if you ever mention sacrificing your relationship with Rylan for me.”
“Let me worry about that.” I will, though it’ll be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. “Let me worry about you. I’ll do anything for you. All you have to do is let me.”
Fuck, why did I say that? Whatever answer she gives me on the brink of an orgasm won’t be an honest one. I pull away. Completely. I don’t even suck on my thumb, as much as I’m fucking feral for a taste of her.
“Marcus?” Leighton’s frown twists her beautifully aroused expression.
“Tell me you want my help figuring life out. That you love me. That you’ll let me give you the world. Me, only me.” I gaze at her trembling thighs, inhaling the scent of her need. Then I add a warning, “Be honest, Leighton.”
Leighton doesn’t answer me right away. I’m satisfied. Losing my patience fast, but satisfied nonetheless.
“Yes. I want this. I want you.” Leighton spreads her legs even wider. “Please make me come. Please, Marcus.”
At first, I don’t move. I explore every inch of her face, gouging her sincerity. She’s honest. She means it. For now, at least. She’s asking me to help her for us.
We’ll get through the hardcore part of our sessions by the end of the fucking week. That’s how fast she progresses.
“Baby.” I kick my heavy chair back, dragging hers away from the table and getting on my knees. For her. “The stars are yours.” The confession barrels out of me with zero filters. “I’ll climb the motherfucking Everest for you. I’ll kill for you.”
Milo’s obsessed and dire expression flashes before my eyes. I’d kill him for her. I’d kill him just because.
Her gasp pulls me out of my jealous rage. It gets my cock so hard, it nearly tears through my slacks.
“That’s right.” I shove her dress up, scrunching it messily at her waist. “I’m yours.” My tongue flattens on her pussy, my eyes waiting for her reaction. “Whatever that means, I’m it.”
She breathes hard, her chest rising and falling quickly. The material separating us infuriates me. Hooking my fingers on the collar of her dress, I rip the dress down the middle.
I bought Leighton the finest clothes when I shopped for her.
Even the most expensive garments don’t stand a chance when I’m this starved for her.
